M y T I n y P I n-u p G I r l.
By: Perfect Abuse
Disclaimer: I do not own a damn thing.
Paring: Yuffie/Axel
(A Pin-up girl is not a whore nor is it a porn star It is just pictures of beautiful women dressed in lingerie and some times showing there breast or butt, they are not allowed to have other people in the pictures with them it is strictly pictures of the Pin-up model.
Now Porn is of women posing completely nude with men or other women having sex together. I repeat A Pin-up girl is neither a whore nor dose it have any thing to do with porn or sex, and pin-up girl pictures do not have ANY sex in them what so ever. I would know.)
It was dark and there were colored lights flashing every where. There was a fast beat bumping up and down, threw out the whole room. The windows around the dark room looked about ready to break. Where was Yuffie at the time you may ask, well of coarse she was in the middle of this particular room.
She was dressed in her usual attire, with a huge sweet smile plastered onto her cute sweet face. She was moving her slender body to the mix of the unusual beat. The music was so aloud you couldn't really hear it when people were shouting to get another's attention. Yuffie seemed to like it this way. She loved to dance, to move her body, and he loved to watch.
He sat at the bar watching her casually. He couldn't help it he wanted to laugh. She really was the best thing by far. Every one else was so boring but when it came to her, well she was more then in his head. She's the one. She would be out there for hours, he wouldn't mind though. He like watching the way she moved, the way she'd jump up and down to get every one into the dance with her. He looked down at the bar's wooden floor and smiled. She liked all of the attention.
I guess that's why she became a pin-up girl, and she is completely amazing at being one of the greatest kinds of models there ever were. He would sit around the shoot and watch her pose for the camera for what seemed like millions of hours at a time. She's a perfect natural, and he loved it. She never had to wear any make up; they never even had to touch up the photos to make them look good. She's beautiful and so what if she didn't have a huge rack, only porn stars had those any ways.
She's smart, funny, sexy, creative, strong, and a great fighter. Who needs big huge boobs when you got all of that any ways? She made him laugh and she made him mad/furious. She could also freak him out, but he liked that about her. What he like the most about her was that she could dance. His eyes flew back over to the 18 year old Yuffie screaming her lungs out as she scream/sang the song playing out of the huge black speakers.
The song was coming to an end so he turned back around in his spinning seat facing the bartender, Tifa. Tifa was currently yelling at both Sora and Riku telling them they were to young to be in this bar at this time of the night. It was only three o'clock in the morning, was that really such a bad hour to be out in the night any ways? I really didn't think so. I then felt a gentle tap on the shoulder and a heaving sound coming from behind me.
It was Yuffie; I turned around and smiled at her. She was breathing heavily from dancing for hours at a time. Crazy little Yuffie, She smiled and took a seat right next to me. "You want some thing to drink, Yuffs?" I asked her loudly because another song began to play. She nodded "water please". I passed her a bottle of water I had waiting for her; she finished it up in a matter of seconds. "Don't you have a modeling shoot this after noon?" I asked her. She smiled and said "yup sure do!" "Won't you be too tired?" "Ha-ha Heck No Axiee, I'm a walking energy box!"
By mid after noon she was out like a light. Asleep in her green P.J pants and her black halter top. Good thing she still made it too the shoot or she would have missed her deadline for getting the pictures in. What was so funny is that She could even model in her sleep. She's my best friend, my favorite companion, and my tiny Pin-up girl. It sucks when your best friend doesn't even know the way you feel for them. You just get to stand by and watch them dance but like I was ever going to tell her any ways. Yeah right, that would be suicide with all the guys she's got fawning over her.
So I sit on the side lines and watch her date and watch her have fun. I mean she's still my best friend so I should be happy for her, right? The one thing that I don't get is why she gets so upset when I ask a girl to dance. She gets so mad and storms off of the dance floor yelling at every one that gets in her way. I felt bad for the people that got in her way. That girl had an attitude problem if you ask me. I like it when she yells. It didn't bother me when she did it, except when she did it because of something I happened to do or say.
She always told me we were best friends till the day we would fall off the planet, and even then we'd never stop.
So how come I'm so in love with her when were only best friends and still it's like she doesn't even know I exist.
I n s e n s I t I v e
(eh I might try again with this later hope you like it)
